The monk never believed in this, he said that with this time, it was better to take the opportunity to rest more. He was disappointed that he didn't find the treasure. The master originally insisted on not resting here, but the three of them really couldn't walk, and it seemed that there was still no way to find an exit.

Although I had scruples in my heart, I really didn't find anything wrong in the vicinity, so the three of us chose to rest in place. After that, I found the remnants of the fire in the sacrificial shrine. Although it has dried, it can barely be used with hot oil. The monk pried a few deadbolts from the door of the Demon Pavilion to light the campfire.

After the campfire started, the atmosphere in the cabinet eased a lot. In the dim stone room, there was a sense of security. While boiling water, the monk gave us dry food. The three of them gathered around the campfire, and after briefly discussing the next plan, they couldn't help but go to sleep.

The three of them were very tacit, and each mentioned that there was no vigil. The monk hadn't closed his eyes for several days, and now his eye sockets were sunken and his eyes were red. The master didn't even drink a sip of water, and his eyelids couldn't be raised. But there are murderous intentions hidden everywhere in the dungeon, and no one keeps vigil, so all three of us may all be planted here.

So, after waiting for the two of them to fall asleep, I quietly got up, drank some hot water to refresh myself, and started the vigil.

The vigil was boring, so I took out the dry food from my bag and filled my stomach with water. The silence around me gave me an illusion of peace, and I mechanically chewed on my dry food, and my mind began to sort through the events that had happened along the way.

From Nanyang to now, more than a month has passed. But the progress of my actions with the monk was unusually slow. And if there were no accidents halfway, Master and Cassia would have entered the dungeon long ago, and might even have come out of the dungeon.

I had planned to meet Master in the dungeon, but now it seems almost impossible. When I think about this, I can't help but ask myself, why did I come here? really responded to the monk's words, self-inflicted sin can't live. And I just want to turn back now, and there is no turning back at all.

Looking at the sleeping master, I thought of Han Shichang in my heart. I don't know the details of Han Shichang's person, but this person is hidden from beginning to end. And from the master's narration, I learned that Han Shichang already knew about the existence of the underground palace of Yelang King, and he still had key information about the underground palace in his hands. If the person who attacked us in the front hall before was indeed Han Shichang, then he is the one I need to watch out for the most now.

As for Miss Pan, I haven't seen her since she was allowed to escape from the Scripture Pavilion. But it cannot be ruled out that she is also one of our potential threats.

That's heartwarming enough, but there's one more thing that bothers me the most.

Now, as soon as I think of that bronze mirror and recall that detail, my heart begins to be afraid. This is a scary thing to think about, and the reason why I have never mentioned them to the monks is because I have subconsciously begun to accept that the problem is indeed in me, and it is no longer a blind avoidance.

But so far, I still haven't noticed anything wrong with my physical condition. It made me very anxious. It's like when you know in advance that you have a terminal illness, but the pathology hasn't manifested itself in your body.

At this time, the water was boiling over the campfire, and I poured a new cup of hot water, added some firewood, and began to concentrate on the vigil. Originally, there was silence all around, but it didn't take long for the monk's snoring to begin, and it was getting louder and louder.

I listened to it with trepidation, and the surroundings were so quiet that the monk's snoring could be heard far away. I was worried about getting into trouble, so I gave him a few nudges and told him to be quiet. Otherwise, this night of fear will have to scare me to death.

However, after a while, the monk's snoring went down. But then came the sound of his molarious teeth grinding and endless dream talk. Although I couldn't hear what he was muttering, I could tell that he was scolding someone. Coupled with the fact that he speaks quickly, it sounds like he's chanting a spell.

I can understand why the monk always keeps vigil alone, because if he falls asleep first, then the rest of the people don't want to sleep again.

I was still a little sleepy, but now I was completely sleepy from the noise, so I just got up and walked back and forth. I didn't have much firewood to spare, so I stopped by to find out what else I could burn nearby.

But what caught me off guard was that the moment I got up, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground, which flashed by.

I was startled, and subconsciously felt the knife on my waist. However, when I came back to my senses and looked around carefully, I didn't see a single ghost, not to mention the human figure. The situation inside is clear at a glance, there are no living creatures here except for a few of us.

I thought to myself, I must have hallucinated because of my nervousness. laughed at himself twice, and looked for something to burn nearby. However, in this stone room, apart from the wooden door, there is basically nothing that can be burned. I had no choice but to sit back by the campfire.

Unexpectedly, the monk became extremely quiet at some point, and even the sound of grinding his teeth disappeared. I glanced at him with relief, but it was this glance that made me feel that something was wrong with the monk's situation.

The high tension for several days has made my nerves very sensitive. The monk's condition at this time made me feel a little abnormal. But for a moment, I couldn't find out where this anomaly was manifested. It wasn't until I glanced over the stone wall behind the monk that I immediately saw an extremely strange scene.

At this time, on the stone wall behind the monk, two shadows appeared!

At first glance, I thought that the other one on the stone wall was my shadow. But when I thought about it for a moment, I realized that it could never be my shadow. Because the monk was lying across from me, the campfire was placed between the two of us. From the basic common sense, my shadow must have been reflected on the wall behind me by the campfire at this time, and it would never appear on the stone wall in front of me. Moreover, I am obviously sitting on the ground now, but the shadow is lying on the head of the monk's shadow. At first glance, the action is still very ambiguous.

I couldn't react for a while, and I thought to myself, could it be that I hallucinated again? But in the blink of an eye, I noticed that the shadow began to move! It was lying on top of the monk, but now it stood up suddenly. The shadow was stretched narrow under the reflection of the campfire.